Douluo Town Shidouluo

You can search for "Doula Town Shidouluosou Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!With that, Lin Ye politely handed out the small barrel of ale he was holding.

But seeing Lin Ye's actions, Tang San quickly declined: "No need! No need! It's so polite!"

"You and Grandpa Old Jack have helped us so much. We have always felt ashamed. Now we are able to help you. We are too happy to be able to help you. Where else do we need you to give something? Don’t worry, what do you want to build, my dad. I will definitely help you build it!"

But compared to Tang San, Tang Hao was very rude.

Seeing the wine in Lin Ye's hand, Tang Hao directly took the ale, put the small wooden barrel on the table, and asked, "What do you want to make?"

"father!!"

Aside, seeing Tang Hao's movements, Tang San only felt his entire face panicked.

But Tang Hao's character was like this, Tang San could only sigh helplessly.

"I want to build a sword. If you can, Uncle Tang Hao, you can build it as shown on this drawing."

While talking, Lin Ye took out a folded white paper, opened it, and handed it to Tang Hao.

The picture above is exactly what Xuanyuanjian looks like.

"I know."

After taking over the drawing, Tang Hao glanced at Lin Ye, his eyes were full of what he thought, but he nodded.

"I can build your sword, but in the morning I have to teach Xiaosan to fight iron, and I can only help you build it in the afternoon. You can get this sword tomorrow."

He put the drawing on the table and pressed a corner with the barrel with ale, Tang Hao said.

"Okay, but can I stay here and watch your iron strike?"

Lin Ye nodded, looked at Tang San who was hitting iron, but then asked again.

After practicing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, Lin Ye's strength has increased a lot.

Seeing that Tang San could even strike iron, Lin Ye suddenly wanted to try.

But if you want to try, you can't be so direct. Before you try, you must first observe and observe.

"casual."

Tang Hao was a little strange to Lin Ye's request, but he was still very indifferent.

But only teaching his son to strike iron, there is no secret in this, so Tang Hao would not refuse others to watch.

Although he teaches his son how to strike iron, he will reveal a lot of ironing skills.

But these skills are actually just skills, and do not involve deeper things.

Even if other people learn, they can get very limited things.

After all, there is no hammer-type martial arts spirit that cooperates with the skills. After learning the skills of using a hammer, it is actually not very useful.

"Thank you Uncle Tang Hao."

Lin Ye politely thanked him, then walked to the side where he could see the iron, and began to watch.

But Tang Hao nodded noncommittal and began to continue to urge Tang San to strike the iron.

"If you don't want other things, focus on it, continue hitting the iron, and hit this piece of iron to the size of a fist!"

Looking at Tang San who was still a little lost, Tang Hao pointed to the iron block in front of Tang San that had been burned red by flames, the size of which was the size of a human head, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Dad, I get it!"

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San took a deep breath and calmed down.

Holding the wrought iron hammer next to him again, Tang San exploded with all his strength, lifted it high, then swiped it heavily and hit the iron block again and again.

Suddenly, a dull "clang!" and "clang!" sounds continued to be heard.

But an iron block the size of a human head is too difficult to hit and forge it to the size of a fist.

Most blacksmiths might not be able to do it in a short time, let alone Tang San.

Although Tang San kept raising the forging hammer high, then swiped it heavily, hitting the iron block again and again.

But with all his best efforts, it was nothing more than smashing into the iron block with various depths of depression.

It looks like a small cratered meteorite, but the size of the iron block has not changed much.

"You take a break first. If you continue to fight like this, I am afraid that even if you fight for three months, you won't be able to hit this piece of iron to the size of a fist."

In the process of continuously hammering the iron with all his strength, Tang San was already sweating profusely and panting unknowingly, but after working hard for so long, he still failed to see much effect. On the side, Tang Hao couldn't help frowning and shaking. Shaking his head, said.

"How to strike iron, let me show you!" Book Six www.6shu8xs.com

After finishing speaking, Tang Hao stepped forward and pulled Tang San down, holding the forging hammer himself, and while demonstrating, he said in a deep voice.

"To strike iron is not simply holding a wrought iron hammer with your hand and swinging it up and down. This is the most stupid way. Not only is it easy to get tired, but the strength that can be exerted is also the lowest!"

"The correct way to strike iron is not simply to use the strength of the arms, but to use the strength of the whole body, starting from the two lower legs, to the waist and abdomen, then to the back, and finally to the arms. Let the strength penetrate the whole body and inject the wrought iron Hammer, so as to "throw out" the wrought iron hammer."

"In this way, you can keep hitting the iron block to achieve the greatest effect, instead of just holding the wrought iron hammer mechanically with your hand and lifting it up and swinging it down."

While explaining, Tang Hao held the wrought iron hammer and started the drill.

I saw Tang Hao stand up, his feet clasped on the ground as if rooted, and then he suddenly rose up in a heavy drink.

The power seemed to burst out of the legs suddenly, flowing toward the body, from the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally to the arms.

With a violent shout, Tang Hao lifted the wrought iron hammer high from the ground, drew a circle in the air, swiped it heavily, and slammed the wrought iron hammer against the iron block.

"clang!!!"

With a deafening bang, Tang Hao's attack directly smashed a cylindrical depression one foot deep into a human head-sized iron block.

This is half a wrought iron hammer that has been smashed and the whole is embedded!

Seeing what happened in front of them, Lin Ye and Tang San couldn't help feeling shocked.

He even smashed half of the wrought iron hammer into the red iron block, such a fierce blow, even the current Lin Ye couldn't do it.

Perhaps Lin Ye could pierce an iron block so deep with Xuanyuan Sword Martial Spirit, but if he wanted to smash such a heavy wrought iron hammer with a flat hammer face into such a depth, it not only requires great strength, but also extremely skilled skills. !

"Now you try."

After continuing to wield the wrought iron hammer several times, and after several demonstrations, Tang Hao put the wrought iron hammer down, took a step back, and said to Tang San.

"it is good!"

Walking to the red-hot iron again, Tang San took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

In my mind, I began to recall the technique my father Tang Hao had just said, and moved his body. At the same time, he reached out and held the wrought iron hammer.

"The strength from the legs, to the waist and abdomen, to the back, and finally through the arms, poured into the forged iron hammer..."

Tang San thought silently in his heart, as if his body was floating up in the water, his legs tightened, his figure slowly rising, his power began to flow through his legs, through his waist and abdomen, to his back, and finally through his arms, pouring into the wrought iron hammer.

"drink!"

As the power of the whole body entered the wrought iron hammer, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

Then, he lifted the wrought iron hammer in his hand high and smashed it heavily on the red iron block in front of him.

"clang!"

Compared to the other times, this time, Tang San actually smashed a bowl-sized depression on the iron block.

This shocked Tang San's spirits and began to wield the wrought iron hammer continuously.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

...

The crisp sound of the clash of gold and iron continued to resound through the forge.

Under Tang San’s constant hammering and hammering, the red-hot iron began to have more depressions the size of the mouth of the bowl.

In the constant hammering, the volume of the iron block began to gradually decrease.

But for the skills taught by Tang Hao, Tang San still failed to fully grasp the skills after all.

In the constant swing of the hammer, Tang San's correct force posture was actually only half.

As time passed, Tang San couldn't help but couldn't help it.

"stop!"

Seeing that Tang San was sweating profusely, and even the hand that lifted the wrought iron hammer was trembling, Tang Hao couldn't help frowning and shouted.

Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San stopped, put the wrought iron hammer on the ground, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"You go take a break, drink a few sips of water, wait until the rest, and then continue."

Looking at Tang San, Tang Hao frowned and said.

On the side, seeing Tang San put down the wrought iron hammer, Lin Ye couldn't help but suddenly moved his eyes, and suddenly stepped forward and asked, "Uncle Tang Hao, can I try it?"